Chapter 8.

"My lord," Resza kneeled down before the throne. "You summoned me?"

"How does Trentis fare?" Cichol asked.

Like you care about him. "Quite well. He's getting proficient at using the dragon staff to 'see' in a sense." Resza answered politely.

"Did you do that yourself?" She frowned as he leaned forward.

He knows. You cannot lie. "I...No. I had Goibne's help."

Cichol shifted in his throne, pleased he had caught her into a corner. "You employed the help of an enemy prisoner? What did you promise him?"

Resza refused to raise her eye to the God. "That he would not create weapons of war for us."

"So you jeopardized our war for your husband?"

She hadn't thought of it like that, but her heart beat faster from anger. She rose from her knees. "I did not jeopardize the war for my husband, Cichol. If you-"

"What could I have done, Resza? Tell me."

"If you had let me kill Morrighan, this war would have been over!" Resza advanced on Cichol, only being stopped by the sound of swords being pulled from their sheaths. "We could have completely toppled the Paladins by killing the Goddess!"

The God laughed loudly. "You can't kill a God, whelp."

The gloves on his hands prevented Resza from seeing his knuckles turn white from clutching the throne. If she had killed Morrighan, she would have gone after me, too. "What about Nuadha?!"

"He was banished, not killed."

Resza's hands clenched into fists. "May I ask a question, my lord?"

"You may."

"Why should I believe you when you have lied to me about my parents?"

Cichol's smile from under his hood faltered. "What? I didn't-"

"You did. My father, Valricore, is alive." Resza turned on her heel and left the room, leaving the God sitting there with his fear rising. Once that child is born, I have to destroy those two.

Trentis was standing, clutching at the dragon staff as he used mana to create outlines of his surroundings. Resza stood near him. "Can you see?"

"A little." The incubus said.

Resza watched him take a few hesitant steps. He had gotten used to the mana seeing, but hadn't walked around using it in a moving environment. "Once you walk around enough then we can train again."

"Oh, I'm sure I can still beat you." Trentis turned his head to her direction and then broke into an even bigger smile. "Resza!"

"What?"

"I...I can see our child's outline."

Resza glanced down at her stomach with a grin. Her armor was getting a bit tighter, so she was having it modified. "Really? What do they look like?"

"It's a girl…" Trentis lay his hand on her stomach to get a better look at the baby growing inside. "We're have a daughter."

Resza placed her hands over his, laughing. "You ruined the surprise! I wanted to see what our baby was when they came out, but oh well. We're having a daughter."

It felt odd to know what this child was. Her first was a boy and now a girl. "Trentis," Resza kissed his forehead. "I'm sorry I couldn't get to you in time to save-"

"Don't." Trentis stood straight and began to walk around again, slowly turning his head and hand to see the room.

"But I am! If I had been quicker-"

"You did what you could. I don't blame you."

Resza watched him, tears forming in her eye. "I just don't want you ever getting hurt."

He paused. "I don't want you to ever get hurt either, especially now, but this is war and things happen. You made me this staff to help me work through this and I appreciate it, love."

"By the way," Resza played with her wedding ring. "I met my father."

"Aren't your parents-"

"No. Valricore told me he did support Cichol at one point in time, which is why he gave me up to the Dark Knights, but now he supports the Milletians and no one else. However," she suppressed a laugh. "He's not happy I'm married to a Fomor. I told him you're quite normal but he thinks you're just a sex machine."

Trentis came back over to her and kissed Resza. "Oh, but I am a machine. You would know."

"Hey now," Resza pulled back with a smile and lightly slapped his cheek. "There are families here!"

"Just wait til I get discharged."

"Oh?"

"You're not leaving the room for a week."

"Are you that hungry, my incubus?"

His sightless eyes looked into hers as he leaned forward and whispered against her lips. "Starving for your touch, your lips, your voice."

Resza felt her face growing hot. "Stop making me blush, damn it."

"I'm not sorry." He didn't even flinch as she slapped his cheek lightly again.